Sweet Chaos

Being a mom is hard. I don’t mean “I could really use an extra cup of coffee” hard, I mean “I could really do with a  glass  bottle of wine…and maybe a shot of tequila” hard. It’s exhausting, nerve wracking, frustrating, often thankless, and always messy. The days tend to drag on, nap time is never long enough, and when five o’clock is slowly approaching I tend to start counting down minutes until my husband/tag team partner walks in the door. 

I know, I sound like the biggest pessimist ever, but bear with me.

Being a mom is confusing. Just when you reach for that extra cup of coffee because your twins have been up and crazy since roughly 5am, one of them climbs up on you, snuggles up and says she just wants to sit on your lap. When you feel like you’re a slave to your toddlers, and all they do is demand things all day with that same mean look that your husband says that you get, and you just give in because it’s easier than a standoff that you know you will lose; one of your precious little babes grabs your face and gives a huge kiss and that ‘thank you’ you have been hoping for all day. When you are cleaning up 4^th spilled cup of Cheerios for the day, and all of a sudden there is a little hand helping you put the dropped cereal back in the cup. And the big one, when you keep looking at your watch to see if bedtime has magically rolled around since the last time you checked…HOLY COW! It’s finally here! You get through your bedtime routine, teeth are brushed, jammies are on, kisses are given (again, and again, and again…) you finally get to sit down in the quiet, and roughly two sips into that glass of wine you have been thinking about all day…you miss your kids. The house is suddenly too quiet, and all you want is the noise that’s been giving you a headache all day, and those kisses that you had to steal. I know it’s crazy, but that’s how it works. 

Being a mom is wonderful. It’s the most rewarding job I have had or will ever have. It’s the hardest job you will ever love. It’s really the best job ever. 

Now, you made it through another week. Give yourself a pat on the back and go pour yourself that glass of wine...you deserve it.